Yeah, they were all yellow.
My little neighbor. His mother knows that my favorite color
of a rose is yellow. For the third year in a row, he has
appeared at my door with a small bouquet of yellow
roses from their bush. Good mama, huh?
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing petals,
He made their tiny wings.
Some years back, we visited The Chapel of the Rosary in
Vence, France with my parents. The windows of the
chapel were made by Henri Matisse. Following
our trip, my dad surprised me with this
stained glass window he made patterned after the
Matisse windows in the chapel. Yellow and blue
have been my favorite colors since I can remember.